A/N: Love you all. Heart heart heart. (I also have Claire in my head. Again, heart. 'Pity wock!' 'Unca Jay!') That's about all I have to say here, review! ANd enjoy, Kasey
Seated in a small booth in the back of the restaurant, Edward held my hand.
The waitress came by, bouncing bubbly to the table.
"Hello, my name's Amber, and I'll be helping you tonight. What can I get you to drink?"
I glanced at Edward and he nodded for me to order first. "I'll have a Mr. Pibb?" I said like a question.
"I'll have one as well, thank you."
"And are you ready to order or do you need a few more minutes?"
Edward smiled at me and I wondered what he was up to. "I'll have the mushroom ravioli. What about you, my beautiful Bella?"
I blushed. He did that on purpose! "I'll have the same," I told the waitress.
"Great. I'll be right back with your drinks," she smiled. Though I loved looking at his eyes without them, I was grateful that Edward wore glasses. I knew how handsome he was with and without them, on the inside and outside, but no one else did. He got over looked in the looks department, but as I had seen that had opened my eyes, he could look amazingly good depending on the situation, and I had a feeling that if his 'dorky' glasses had not been on, Amber the waitress would have been staring relentlessly.
I thought he was perfect just the way he was. Perhaps too good. No, I told myself. I wouldn't let my thoughts stray down the 'you are not good enough' path again tonight. I was supposed to be confident and sure. Not insecure. And logically, I knew I should be sure of Edward. I could see with my own eyes how his eyes followed me when I walked in a room. See the look he had when we were close to each other-- the one that mirrored my own. Of course I logically knew that he liked me as well, but because I couldn't fathom why, my mind doubted that this was real, that I wouldn't wake up one day to find it was all a dream.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked me. I wasn't sure what to tell him.
"You." He looked like he couldn't understand my answer.
"Me? What about me?"
"How I don't believe I'm on a date with you. Did you know four months ago I would have cringed at the idea?"
"Same here. But around the beginning of the summer, I realized I missed not seeing a glimpse of you everyday at school. And all of a sudden you were in every other thought, your face popping up at random moments. And then you came over, and I was so nervous I don't think I said anything to you directly," he chuckled. That had been the day I had realized I liked him. Of course, I had liked him before, I just hadn't known it. Actually, I hadn't known that I had liked him before until very recently. It actually disturbed me quite a bit how little I knew about myself, how blind and oblivious I was to my own feelings. I still didn't know an exact date, and wondered if I had liked him from the moment I laid eyes on him.
Amber came back from the kitchen with our sodas.
"I'm glad my feelings changed," I told him honestly.
"Me too, you're... my every thought, the cause of the smile on my face when I wake up in the morning, the reason I both eagerly anticipate and dread the end of the day..." he trailed off. He mumbled something under his breath and I could have sworn that what I heard him say was "my Bella, my world. You're my everything."
My heart swelled, throbbing inside my chest, almost painful actually. But it was the good kind of pain. I squeezed his hand tighter but our moment, inside our own bubble, was broken by the arrival of our food.
I took a sip of my drink. He did the same and then took a bite of his food. The conversation was lighter after that. The fake blond waitress had come back at some point when we were talking about books and had made a face at our geekiness. Grinning to each other after she had disappeared again, we had decided that we were going to talk about the nerdiest thing we could think of until we finished eating, just to annoy her.
I hated letting him pay for all of it, but he happened to be very persuasive. His eyes had this dazzling effect, and they twinkled when he was trying to get something he wanted.
"Fine, but I get to choose where we go next time, and I'll pay." He frowned, but I smiled. Shaking his head, he wrapped his arm around me again. He smiled at Amber and handed her the small leather folder with the money in it. I could almost see her thoughts flash across her forehead as the smile registered in her mind and she rethought her first opinion. But I could truthfully say that he was mine, and if I could help it, I would never let him go.